Beneath icy blue
Kaleidoscope turns to red
Forewarns of Winter.
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CLP 16/10/2018
Tag Archives: Poetry
Air Sick
We queued to launch our metal wings
Into turbulance
Where we were sh-sh-shoo-ke-ke-shoook
Cups and lips missing
Hot drinks undrunk shivering
Stomaches leapt, stretched, compressed
The purrrrlinggg! rings
Co-pilot politely runs through somethings
That at this time sound vital
As our flimsy belts constrain our forms
Within the mainframe of this compact
Missile loaded with the human virus
Complex beasts with complex needs
Agendas, wishes, dreams, plans, schemes
To land on friends and family whether willing or otherwise
They will be delivered
From this misery
Should this plane not glide safe and sound
But crash to ground in smithereens.
CLP 12/10/2018
On Sleep
It would be great to sleep until late and if I could I would but can’t.
(Too tired to break those 17 syllables into 5-7-5. Dear reader do it yourself).
CLP 13/10/2018
Comet
Unseen until swinging past
Tail enflamed in approach to Sun
Heated by that enticing prospect
Illuminating the dark of night
Shining through the brightest blue
Reminder that this sky
Is simply cloak
CLP 11/10/2018
On the New Moon
Trio of diamonds
Glorify this darkest night
Orion returns
CLP 11/10/2018
On Lincoln
Bells hung high resound
Steps echo on Steep Hill stone
Hearts near fit to burst.
CLP 18/09/18
Journey of Words 